“I trust you.”

“Oh, Edogawa-kun! My little kohai- er, my colleague of the East. Thank you for that vote of confidence. I will do my utmost to uphold that trust and do anything within my power to assist you in any way. I’ve got your back!”

From the Desk of S. J. Hakuba: @askkaitokid

From the Desk of S. J. Hakuba: @askkaitokid

@askkaitokid

askkaitokid:

whiteknighthakuba:

“…well, at least it’s not dying of /laughter/ from my overreactive care. Hmf.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you can still come over with your field bag~! (After all, as a gentleman thief, I wouldn’t want to turn down my fans~)" 

"What would the point be in bringing my field bag if you’re not actually injured? While administering medical care for no good reason would certainly cure your boredom, it does not sound safe nor very fun at all. I suppose I could suture your mouth shut, but honestly that seems in poor taste, too.”

Hakuba, of course, neglects to mention the obvious implications of ‘playing doctor’ with Kaitou Kid, and the subsequent merits therein.

“I’m dying.”

“Wh-what?! Kaitou-san….! Where are you?! What’s going on? I’m going to my car right now. Give me a location, I’ll be there as quickly as possible. Are you safe where you are right now?! Find cover if not. I’ve got my field bag- try to stay calm and hang on!”

Oh yeah?! Well…!

Paraphrase free-style!

Hannah-shikari said: “I love you.”
I think I replied with: “Aw, thank you, Hannah-chan. It’s always nice to hear that you are loved. I love you, too, in a strictly platonic, sibling-or-friend kind of way!”

Camiechan said: “I’m pregnant with your baby (and Hannah’s apparently…)”
I probably said: “Uh… … .. I demand a DNA test as I don’t recall taking you to bed. That said, I have been drinking an /awful lot/ lately… Shit.”

Themoonlightthief said “I love you.”
My bumbling response was along the lines of: “Ah… … Kaitou-san…” Hard swallow, scarlet face. Then a hesitant smile. “I… I love you, too. So very much.”

Themoonlightthief also said “I’m pregnant with your baby.”
I imagine that this is what I sent in return: “What?!  Again? …or still? With twins? Wait, I’m confused. Is this supposed to be new information or are you reminding me that we’ve yet to pick out curtains for the baby(or babies)’s room?”